This cover has always made me smile. I'm sick that way.
Comic book fans are a funny bunch. They seem to think that comic book creators are somehow there for them, for their various needs, whims and demands. Fanboys is the term coined for them and them alone.
So when fans complain a treasured issue of one of 'their' comic books is late they insist on being heard, however insulting they may be. Never mind that the artist and writer might have personal problems to deal with, death, divorce, birth or tax returns to get in. Some fanboys insist that the creators get on with giving them what they demand. Hell, they might think, I keep you're lazy ass in a job. So I own you.
This is called: Not living in the real world. And some but not all fans can be like this....you know, stunted and immature, unwilling to move out of their parents homes. Possibly watch too much SF. Think William Shatner is God.........which he is, of course.
And let's face it Frank Miller and Geof Darrow are only drawing what we're all thinking when that comic book fanatic stumbles towards us, drooling, raving about the special effects in the latest X Men movie.
I feel myself easing off the safety catch, chambering a round. Don't you?
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